Material girls

I live a life where I love pretty things,
but don't we all...But in this material world,
is it even possible to forget..

Everything from what we wear to what we use..
From clothes, to jeans, to BB and Iphone..PS3
and nintendo Wii...air cond and holidays...
it's all the little things of media now isn't it?

I am a material girl..but aren't we all...
either way, there is no way out..unless you live in streets
or like Adam and Eve.- A little too late for that, are we now.

Soul searching...inspirational or just crap shit?

It's 12.18P.M, a little ol' grumpy me just finished looking through for
jobs..I just thought to myself.. used to love to words, "soul searching.."

Someone always tells you that you have to do some soul searching..
Hang on..Wait a minute and chill the F* out..soul searching you say?

Is that even possible..I hate it when people say, you need to find
yourself..well..to be honest..if I really wanted to find myself..
literally..I'd look in the mirror. So, then again is soul searching
just the words of someone who wants to look smart or does it mean
something..?

Truth be..I have no idea...To me when someone tells me I need to find
myself..a.k.a "soul" I'd look lost because, honey knowing what we want
will never exist unless you are some ancient dude who just wants to sit
down at home and do nothing...which is almost impossible in today's society..

Being human, we change, we evolve, we progress...At some point we want this
and at some point as we move along we realize we want something else..so..if
soul searching, means looking for what we want in life...the answer is, everyone
wants to be happy, problem free and preferably very rich. Not happening because
life ain't a perfect fairy tale. Soul searching I shall conclude, is just
a little bull shit. You can't search your soul because only you know where it is.

Little Miss Meanie Bone

It's one of those days where I lie in bed and realize this diary
here has been untouched for god knows how long..

Had lunch with Vincent and Vatsi today, and funny, Vatsi mentioned
there isn't a single mean bone in me..in other words I'm a spine-less
little girl...

I lay in bed wondering what exactly was the meanest thing I've ever done
to someone..being a typical girl...

1. Bitching.. a definite...but creating rumors, never..I speak
from what I hear...but it's still bitching.
2. Getting itching powder and rubbing it all over, "what's that
girls name??"
3. Scolding people back in high school...hmmm...a definite yes..
4. Getting pissed at my sister..and asking her to go to hell...-that
sucked big time..
5. Going low blow on the once-upon-a-time relationship that wasted the
precious years of my life...
6. Eliminating the people I used to call friends..
7. Ignoring lame-asses and laughing at 'em..
8. Posting Ms.Q's picture on Facebook..
9. And many more that remains forgotten..-but I will definitely update
'em here..

My point is, how mean should a person be to be actually mean. I'm happy
this way because I don't want to live a life of guilt where I go around
torturing the wits out of every idiot there even if they deserve it. I'm
not God nor am I the authorities, biting 'em back right in the arse ain't
gonna get me no where..because if every idiot in the planet did that, this
world would be even more fucked up than it already is. Simple. One less. One
more. =D

I'm no angel, I'm no saint..I'm just me and I believe everyone should be
given a chance..People come and go..some stay to share their lives with
mine while some screw me over and walk away, but isn't that what life is about?
If every little thing was a perfect little world, then we'd all be pretty bored,
won't we? This is me, I may call myself Ms.Meanie Bone while other beg to differ..I may get screwed over time and time again..but in the end, I have the people around me to create the balance in my life..and mine in theirs. <3

Sanity

How do you tell when you no longer know of the little stories
behind the book of tales. Desire of dreams that fades away, isn't
it not a little rare? These dreams are made from the little minds
yet you cannot see what is the truth. Truth and dreams are these
desires or when rainbow shatters and none is seen.

Is this just desire or a dream from tales?

Wonderland Wedding

I went to a wedding last Saturday.. A pretty little wedding which
reminded me very much of the theme Alice in Wonderland..but of course..
minus the chatty rabbit and the mad hatter, although there were sooo many
hats to choose from, from the photo booth.

It was a beautiful wedding, baby's good friend got married and she looked
gorgeous that day! Like an angel I would say. This was the most comfortable
wedding I've ever been too! No traditions, no waiting, no cheers...It was just
Peace..Quiet and Relaxing! I would love a wedding like that! =D If I would ever
have that chance.

Sometimes it's almost like God is playing a trick on you.
You find someone you love who loves you just as much, values, cares and cherish
you. The perfect match, except it either goes on to not ready for marriage or
never want kids. Lol...Life is a joke. The perfect man with perfections that makes
out the imperfections. i.e: the man who loves you and only you which results to only
loving you and not sharing the love with your future kids.=_=''' It leaves me speechless...but he is afterall the perfect man with perfections of imperfection.
Whatever that meant...

Oh well, like he said when the time comes. Although sometimes I'd like to label him my property!Ladies..Lay off! He's no millionaire nor Brad Pitt..but he is smooth with the ladies, and what more the sweetest guy I've ever met. A klutz..but only to himself. He's a keeper and definitely he's my man..=D

Baby, I don't know if you'll ever read this cause you haven't been reading my blog in awhile..but if you do..I just gotta write it down..I can't go around telling someone because I'm shy...=P so I gotta express myself a bit.hehehe... =D



I don't know how, I don't why but I am inevitably in love with you. You are someone i can love forever. =D







If reality was a fairytale, you are my prince charming. So I must be dreaming because you are. Don't ever wake me up from this dream because I don't ever want to lose you. <3

You Forgot Me

The pink blossoms turns into shades of grey,
Over the green grass it turns into hay,
No longer is there the sun of tomorrow,
Just little clouds of yesterdays sorrow..
Pinkies nor winkies, that ain't going to work
because those are little words that we say,
It ain't easy nor is it hard,
but those little pinklets has faded in color,
It's no longer the pink that we cover,
With memories that painted a golden picture,
Pinklets whispered, I will never leave you,
but little lies of tomorrow's pleasure..
It's just like a drought that hits in September,
You can't see nor can you feel,
All you do is wish for the rain..
But you don't know cause you're not up there..
And there it is, he forgot about me.

Pieces of me..

Shreds of paper..
Broken glasses..
It feels that way..
Everything said and done..
It tears and burns..
Never your perfection.
Paranoid is her first name.
Emotional is her last name.
Either way it's all her..
Wish those tears could speak..
But those are just metaphorical words..
Words the heart can't speak.
Those are the pieces of her broken heart.